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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Anne's Fantasies - Business Trip Report (M/f D/s)
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ANNE'S FANTASY - BUSINESS TRIP REPORT FOR MY MASTER
- Dear Michael:
As I am sure you guessed, my date Wednesday was not
Penthouse Forum material, although your instructions sure spiced
up the night for me :)
Jerry and I met for dinner at my hotel. We had a good
time and just hung out for a while. I didn't expect that he
would be very aggressive, particularly because we have an
ongoing work relationship and we also had one more day of
meetings together. About the only effort he made on a romantic
level was to suggest that we watch the basketball game in my
hotel room. However, he didn't even give me a chance to rebuff
that because he caught sight of the big screen TV in the
adjoining bar and practically got a hard-on, salivating at how
great it would be to watch the game there. I had to laugh -- NO
chance of my fucking a guy who was more excited about watching
basketball on a big screen TV than trying to work his way into
my room (and my pants) ;)
I was wearing a white crop-top t-shirt with a stripe
across my chest and my black bicycle shorts (spandex inner
shorts attached to black nylon outer shorts). No underwear, as
per your instructions. My bra-less state was not readily
apparent under the loose t-shirt, as the red stripe across my
chest was of a nylon (and not t-shirt) material. However, with
the air conditioning in the bar, the nylon fabric became very,
very cold against my bare nipples, and soon they were aching and
very taut.
I thought about you constantly, Michael. The spandex
inner shorts were very clingy. The material kept working itself
between my bare labia, so that everytime I shifted, it felt like
you were stroking my bare pussy lips. The material was stretchy
and tight, and it seemed to be working itself in deeper and
deeper... It made me catch my breath a few times. I would
discreetly tug the inner shorts down, but then they would work
themselves in again.
I couldn't stop imagining you sitting next to me in the
booth, your hand sliding underneath my shorts, caressing my
pussy, your finger stroking my cunt, slipping inside me. I
imagined that my hands fell instinctively to my lap, and you
leaned close to me, catching my wrists with your free hand and
placing them on the table, telling me to keep them there. I was
so aroused, struggling to keep my hands on the table as you
caressed my clit and wet cunt with your fingers, trying to
retain my composure in the booth as I became more and more
excited...
I was thinking about the short elevator ride, and the
ice bucket in my room. I was fantasizing that you were slowly
stroking my nipples with ice, and then sucking on them with your
warm, soft lips, and it made me shiver deliciously, thinking
about that. You were sitting on the bed, naked, and I was
walking up to you, bottomless, with just my t-shirt on. You
pulled me to you, facing away, and you lifted the t-shirt over
my head. I remember that your hands were flat against my skin as
you pushed the t-shirt up, and this incredible thrill ran down
my spine, making my knees weak as I felt your hands very
aggressively caressing my body as you removed the shirt.
I sunk down to the bed, my back to you, and you tied my
wrists as I moved my arms down. I turned to face you, breathing
hard. I was sitting so close to you, between your legs, so when
I turned, my knee slid on top of yours, and my face brushed your
shoulder. You kissed me, your hands caressing my breasts, and I
felt my head falling back, moaning blissfully. I gasped, my eyes
opening quickly, as I felt the cold sensations on my nipple. You
kissed me again, and the cold was so unbearable, making my
nipple shriek and flinch. I was panting, watching your hand
slowly circle the ice cube around my nipple, then your lips
sucking and licking the coldness away as I squirmed and moaned...
I was thinking about fucking you in the jacuzzi, with
all of the hard jet streams bouncing off of our bodies... and
fucking you in the sauna, all sweaty and hot... and sucking your
cock in the glass elevator...
I was thinking about the black rayon jacket and skirt I
wore on Monday... I was imagining wearing my garters and
stockings and how easy the loose skirt was to slide up... I was
thinking about your hands sliding under my skirt to cup my bare
ass as we kissed, backing us up to the desk in the hotel room,
bending me over the desk.... pushing the skirt up and fucking me
as I stood there, my legs spread for you....
So, all in all, it was a pretty good date...
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